My Grandma and Grandpa had wonderful hands
With callouses and wedding bands.
They taught me that where there was love
There was always a way.

The picture of the two of them
Has seen me through a lot of years
They were there when I reached up to them
And they're in my life today.

Healing hands, something I can hold on to.
Healing hands, the touch that understands.
Healing hands, I'll always be drawn to
Hearts that belong to healing hands.

You and I may worry so,
To see the kingdoms come and go.
But we've seen enough to know
That it's only love that lingers.

And learning how to live can take a lifetime.
We've got to lend a hand in this troubled world
Before it slips right through our fingers.

Healing hands, something I can hold on to.
Healing hands, a touch that understands.
Healing hands, I'll always be drawn to
Hearts that belong to healing hands.

Healing hands, something I can hold on to.
Healing hands, the touch that understands.
Healing hands, I'll always be drawn to
Hearts that belong to healing hands.